A ROBIN'S SONG

It was a warm afternoon in midsummer. An excessive drought had continued during many weeks; the hillsides were yellow from the lack of moisture, and a dusty dryness hung over all vegetation. The only cooling sight in an otherwise sterile landscape was a little lake, near the shores of which sat a woman and a child. The woman had been pondering long on the incongruity of mortal situations: here indeed was an abundant supply of water, not a drop of which seemed to benefit the fast withering crops. Presently in a near-by maple a robin burst forth into song; clear, fresh, and happy were the notes which came from its little throat.

"Our robin is singing for rain," cried the child.

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